However, he was just now not thinking of the Bishop; he was thinking of his daughter. As he looked across the table at her he wondered. What had Falk's betrayal of the family meant to her? Had she been fond of him? She had given no sign at all as to how it had affected her. She had her friends and her life in the town, and her family pride like the rest of them. How pretty she looked this morning! He was suddenly aware of the love and devotion that she had given him for years and the small return that he had made. Not that he had been a bad father--he hurriedly reassured himself; no one could accuse him of that. But he had been busy, preoccupied, had not noticed her as he might have done. She was a woman now, with a new independence and self-assurance! And yet such a child at the same time! He recalled the evening in the cab when she had held his hand. How few demands she ever made upon him; how little she was ever in the way! He went back to his paper, but found that he could not fix his attention upon it. When he had finished his breakfast he went across to her. She looked up at him, smiling. He put his hand on her shoulder. "Um--yes.... And what are you going to do to-day, dear?" "I've heaps to do. There's the Jubilee work-party in the morning. Then there are one or two things in the town to get for mother." She paused. He hesitated, then said: "Has any one--have your friends in the town--said anything about Falk?" She looked up at him. "No, daddy--not a word." Then she added, as though to herself, with a little sigh, "Poor Falk!" He took his hand from her shoulder. "So you're sorry for him, are you?" he said angrily. "Not sorry, exactly," she answered slowly. "But--you will forgive him, won't you?" "You can be sure," Brandon said, "that I shall do what is right." She sprang up and faced him. "Daddy, now that Falk is gone, it's more necessary than ever for you to realise _me_." "Realise you?" he said, looking at her. "Yes, that I'm a woman now and not a child any longer. You don't realise it a bit. I said it to mother months ago, and told her that now I could do all sorts of things for her. She _has_ let me do a few things, but she hasn't changed to me, not been any different, or wanted me any more than she did before. But you must. You _must_, daddy. I can help you in lots of ways. I can----" "What ways?" he asked her, smiling. "I don't know. You must find them out. What I mean is that you've got to count on me as an element in the family now. You can't disregard me any more." "Have I disregarded you?" "Of course you have," she answered, laughing. "Well, we'll see," he said. He bent down and kissed her, then left the room.